Slow Seduction (Struck by Lightning) by Cecilia Tan Page A

held me firmly. As it turned out, it was probably better that I didn’t pull away. Everything I’d ever heard about it tasting bad or being difficult to swallow was negated by the fact his come went right down my throat. After he backed away from me, I coughed a little with a kind of tickling burn in my throat, but that was all.
    I thought for a moment he was going to tug me up into a kiss. Maybe he almost did. Then we both came to our senses a little.
    “Is your clit sore?” he asked.
    “Not particularly,” I answered.
    His smile was evil as he shed his clothes. “It will be. On the bed. On your back. Legs spread.”
    Oof. My legs were weak from coming, and I stumbled a little as I climbed up onto the silky duvet. The bed had a long decorative strip like a pashmina scarf laid across the foot of it. He wrapped one end around my ankle, ran it behind my neck, and then wrapped my other ankle. As bondage went, it wasn’t very challenging, even when he pulled and bunched it behind my head, making my legs spread a few more inches.
    The next thing I knew, he dove face-first into my pussy, licking and sucking and snarling like a lion at a piece of tasty meat. If that sounds comical, that’s because it was. I didn’t laugh though, figuring that would probably not go over well. And he was good with his mouth. I was coming again within minutes, bucking against his tongue and crying out. James excepted, I wasn’t used to men who actually knew how to please a woman.
    He pulled my hips to the edge of the bed then and kept licking, this time sucking hard on my clit until it was trapped between his teeth and torturing the most sensitive bit with jabs of his tongue. I couldn’t really struggle with my flesh in his grasp like that, and I cried out instead and drummed my fists against the bed. He didn’t relent until I’d come again, even though I hadn’t thought I could, the pitch of my screams going up as I did.
    When he let go, he stood with a triumphant grin. “And to think that frigid bitch Vanette thought you were too repressed to perform sexually. Come here.”
    By “here” he meant his arms; he threw himself onto the bed, and I dragged myself up to put my head next to his on the pillow. He spooned me, but if I thought we were going to rest, I was wrong. His hand immediately worked its way between my legs and over my clit until he had a finger inside me.
    I groaned as he stroked me deeply.
    “Okay, Karina, truth time,” he murmured in my ear. “Why no sex?”
    “Ngh. This isn’t sex?”
    “You know perfectly well what I mean.”
    Even though I had just come four times, the sensation of him touching me inside was so delicious. “Vanette was right. I’m saving myself for someone.”
    “Some dom.”
    “You could say that.”
    “But you’re not a virgin. This isn’t your marriage bed we’re talking about.”
    “No. I’ve had sex with him.”
    “And is this prohibition his idea? Does he know you’re being trained by the society?”
    “No. We’re…we’re separated right now.”
    “Ahhh, so it’s your idea to try to be loyal to him while you’re apart.”
    “Yes.”
    “A very noble, if inconvenient, idea.”
    “What’s inconvenient about it?”
    “That I want to fuck you so very much.” He rutted against me, and I could feel him regaining his erection. I stiffened in his arms, but he murmured to me, “Don’t worry. I keep my promises. Although now that I think about it, you didn’t say I couldn’t fuck you in the rear.”
    “I…you’re right…I didn’t.” Argh. Had I created a loophole?
    “You’re very tense, Karina.”
    “Um.” What was I supposed to say? I’m sorry? Wait, can I get a do-over? I’m not sure I want you to fuck me up the ass? “It’s just that I suck at this submissive stuff.”
    He nuzzled the back of my neck, which was rigid as a board. “Karina, Karina. I’ll be the judge of whether you, ha-ha, suck. You did not suck at sucking, by the way.”
    “I